Indifference Is The Invisible Giant Of The

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

Flowers Belong To Fairyland: The Flowers And The Birds And The Butterflies Are All That The World Has Kept Of Its Golden Age--the Only Perfectly Beautiful Things On Earth--joyous, Innocent, Half Divine--useless, Say They Who Are Wiser Than God.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.

What We Love Once, We Love Forever. Shall There Be Joy In Heaven Over Those Who Repent, Yet No Forgiveness For Them Upon Earth? --"wanda

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.